Sate. I have never ever seen this word. What does it mean? It means to fill. Saturated. Not hungry, contented, full. I am sated. It fits tired as well, I think. I am sated. The day is gone, I am full of experiences. Or if you are lazy. You are sated. So you know that feeling, like you are a blown up balloon of tired laziness? That is how it feels to be sated.
The bear danced around the fire, sated with joy of having killed. His feet pranced on the ground, causing the leaves to jump up around him, making him a creator of sorts. a god
Nuha Fariha
He wanted him. He wanted him to sate the emptiness he didn’t know he had. He wanted to use him as the bandage to his unknown, unseen wound.
It’s a killing trying to satiate my desire for quiet and peaceful moments when there’s the equal competition to be sociable and have others around me.
masked habit
What is sate? I have not a clue. It rhymes with fate. Reminds me of sake. Rolls off the tongue. How I wish I could write about something I knew about. But I suppose this is good practice.
Grace
In order to satiate, we served sate with sake on that warm Summer’s eve.
i dont know about this word. lol. I will see what others will going to comment on this.
nida
I wasn’t sure what the word sate meant, but as I looked up into the man’s face everything else seemed to dissapear.
“Sate?” his word broke through my haze.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t know that one.”
“Perfect. That means you pass. I don’t want a know it all as my wife.” we both laughed.
“When’s the wedding?”
“Tomorrow.” as soon as the words left his lips, my men streamed in from all the doors and he was immediately held down. He tried to struggle, but it was no use.
“You, did not pass, however. You’re under arrest for killing the prince and impersonating him.”
“How’d you know?”
“He’s already married.”
“To whom?”
“Me.”
i dunno what does this word mean……. but i thought of fate………. sate.. fate……..
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. now i will find meaning of it!… lets see…………….. :)
sneha
What is sate? … Oh! like satiate. Ok. Oh how I would love to sate my thirst for love and to be loved. It’s never enough for my soul to be pleased and quenched. My mind is at peace but the arid-ness that remains in my heart is, uneasy.
Nothing could sate Alex’s hunger. Not all the Christmas cookies in the kitchen. Not every drop of egg nog from the stale carton. Not even the bottles upon bottles of peppermint schnapps poured into hot cocoa with candy canes being used as stirrers.
When Alex’s mother came home, her mouth fell open in terror at the decimation of the holiday sweets. And to make matters worse, there was her son, gnawing on the frozen Christmas ham.
Belinda Roddie
Things change. Everyday. You and I should stay. I want to keep you with me where ever I go, whatever I do. I want to be able to always turn to you. To share with you my deepest of secrets and to sate your every desire. Don’t let go. No matter how strong the storm is.
She had eaten too much, she knew that, she had realised that about half an hour before after she had demolished the leftover roast parsnips and scraps of bacon, but still she struggled valiantly on. She groaned as she popped open her jean buttons and let herself breathe, reaching forward to take the first helping of christmas pudding, gesturing for someone to pass her the cream.
“Look! Only you can sate this lion’s appetite, Dave,” Elijah said. “You don’t mind dying for us do you?” Dave cocked an eyebrow, “Well yeah, I do, actually.” Elijah shook his head. “Look. I’m a Jew as are my men, and Jamal is a Saudi Arabian as are his men. You and your men are Christian and that’s what lions eat!” “Oh come on,” Dave said. “That’s archaic! This lion bearing down upon us wants flesh, ANY flesh!” “No, it’s a known fact!,” Jamal protested. “Toss one of your men out to him then Fool!” Dave yelled. “I bet he gets devoured right quick!” “No way!” Jamal yelled as he shoved one of his men forward, toward the lion. The poor man stumbled, fell on his face and the lion sunk his teeth into his neck and dragged him off to his pride.
I am very sateful. We are one now. Two peas in a pod. I love him and he loves me. This is what it feels like to be floating on a cloud, i guess? I hope he is full of sate as well as I am. I am full…
sat, taste, ate, what is this word. I’m not sure what it means but it reminds me of so many other words. or my initials: set. Sawyer elisabeth tobey. elisabeth with an s not a z. Strange but pretty. Sate. I’m still not sure what it means but maybe that’s the point.
Sawyer
sate? I don’t even know what that word means. Excuse me while i speedily look up the definition.
To appease? I see. Well I find it hard to appease everyone. Thats always been a problem for me. To please everyone.
I am never satisfied. To be satisfied is to give up. One should never be satisfied, we should always fight for the future, and push to make things better.
Chris Valenti
I don’t even know what this word means. No wait, it has something to do with satiety or the feeling of being full after you have eaten a meal. Still, I’m not sure what the means in and of itself.
Mark
Sate well umm.. i don’t have a clue on what this means so i really can’t write about this word…
i do not know what sate means. i have absolutely no idea. i could guess and say its a monster. the vicious sate lived in a cave all by himself he was tall, hairy and had very gross teeth. yellow and pointing in every which direction. he had bright purple eyes that lie on either side of his bird like beak,
karri
My tummy is full because i had five breakfasts. I wish i was as sated in another area of my life!
Ill work on it.
I’d like to sate all my intern wishes, the ones that can’t be sate with a portion of water or with the most exquisite alcohol that nobody has ever drunk. Sate your life, and your emotions.
K
i don’t know what sate is, but in my language sounds like satin… its a weird confusion because i think i’t soft and fine.
Gato
i was to sate to be with your friend and she started to freak out even though i dont even know what this word means but im gonna try and put this into a sentence
i was to sate to be with your friend and she started to freak out even though i dont even know what this word means but im gonna try and put this into a sentence
when you are sated, you are satisfied.
Few of us today are ever sated,
We want more, more, more.
that can be good or nt so good.
Robin
Can we sate the desire to know what will happen by focusing on what is happening. I hope so. If the present moment is not enough to soothe this anxious desire to foreknow, then I am done. So I notice the warmth of my socks, the sigh of my dog, the peaceful snore of a napping husband whose foot is on mine.
I get so numb sometimes
That I get so angry.
Nothing can sate this hunger
Because I can’t feel satisfied from a hunger I don’t have.
Sometimes I’ll bury myself
With sin
Just to feel something.
But even that doesn’t work sometimes.
My fears used to consist of
Being alone and having nobody.
But now they consist of
Being with who I loved and
Not feeling a damn thing towards him.
Like I do now.
So we’ll bury ourselves under sheets
Just so I have the possibility of feeling something.. anything..
AngelDuCiel
the girl was in a sate mood. She felt lonely and wanted to have a friend with her. The more she was thirsty for friends and wanted it to be filled. The girl though and she knew she had to get outside to meet friends.
jennifer
Any need for drama I might have is well sated by television and books and movies.
I don’t need real-world horrors. And I don’t want it.
Fill or stuff? Good or bad? I’m hungry and hungry and hungry and never full. The rules. Satiety is the rule. Goddammit. But what does it feel like? No one is really sated. Nothing sates me. I am alone.
Sate. I have never ever seen this word. What does it mean? It means to fill. Saturated. Not hungry, contented, full. I am sated. It fits tired as well, I think. I am sated. The day is gone, I am full of experiences. Or if you are lazy. You are sated. So you know that feeling, like you are a blown up balloon of tired laziness? That is how it feels to be sated.
The bear danced around the fire, sated with joy of having killed. His feet pranced on the ground, causing the leaves to jump up around him, making him a creator of sorts. a god
He wanted him. He wanted him to sate the emptiness he didn’t know he had. He wanted to use him as the bandage to his unknown, unseen wound.
It’s a killing trying to satiate my desire for quiet and peaceful moments when there’s the equal competition to be sociable and have others around me.
What is sate? I have not a clue. It rhymes with fate. Reminds me of sake. Rolls off the tongue. How I wish I could write about something I knew about. But I suppose this is good practice.
In order to satiate, we served sate with sake on that warm Summer’s eve.
i dont know about this word. lol. I will see what others will going to comment on this.
I wasn’t sure what the word sate meant, but as I looked up into the man’s face everything else seemed to dissapear.
“Sate?” his word broke through my haze.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t know that one.”
“Perfect. That means you pass. I don’t want a know it all as my wife.” we both laughed.
“When’s the wedding?”
“Tomorrow.” as soon as the words left his lips, my men streamed in from all the doors and he was immediately held down. He tried to struggle, but it was no use.
“You, did not pass, however. You’re under arrest for killing the prince and impersonating him.”
“How’d you know?”
“He’s already married.”
“To whom?”
“Me.”
i dunno what does this word mean……. but i thought of fate………. sate.. fate……..
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. now i will find meaning of it!… lets see…………….. :)
What is sate? … Oh! like satiate. Ok. Oh how I would love to sate my thirst for love and to be loved. It’s never enough for my soul to be pleased and quenched. My mind is at peace but the arid-ness that remains in my heart is, uneasy.
I have never been sated as much as I heard this phrase from your mouth: “You are not perfect but for always, you are good enough and worthy to me.”
Nothing could sate Alex’s hunger. Not all the Christmas cookies in the kitchen. Not every drop of egg nog from the stale carton. Not even the bottles upon bottles of peppermint schnapps poured into hot cocoa with candy canes being used as stirrers.
When Alex’s mother came home, her mouth fell open in terror at the decimation of the holiday sweets. And to make matters worse, there was her son, gnawing on the frozen Christmas ham.
Things change. Everyday. You and I should stay. I want to keep you with me where ever I go, whatever I do. I want to be able to always turn to you. To share with you my deepest of secrets and to sate your every desire. Don’t let go. No matter how strong the storm is.
She had eaten too much, she knew that, she had realised that about half an hour before after she had demolished the leftover roast parsnips and scraps of bacon, but still she struggled valiantly on. She groaned as she popped open her jean buttons and let herself breathe, reaching forward to take the first helping of christmas pudding, gesturing for someone to pass her the cream.
You want to sate your curiosity? Maybe you better think twice. At least in this case.
Sure, go ahead. Ask questions. See what happens. See where it gets you. See if you’ll even be around tomorrow.
Some things are best left alone. Left untouched. For your own sake, if nothing else.
“Look! Only you can sate this lion’s appetite, Dave,” Elijah said. “You don’t mind dying for us do you?” Dave cocked an eyebrow, “Well yeah, I do, actually.” Elijah shook his head. “Look. I’m a Jew as are my men, and Jamal is a Saudi Arabian as are his men. You and your men are Christian and that’s what lions eat!” “Oh come on,” Dave said. “That’s archaic! This lion bearing down upon us wants flesh, ANY flesh!” “No, it’s a known fact!,” Jamal protested. “Toss one of your men out to him then Fool!” Dave yelled. “I bet he gets devoured right quick!” “No way!” Jamal yelled as he shoved one of his men forward, toward the lion. The poor man stumbled, fell on his face and the lion sunk his teeth into his neck and dragged him off to his pride.
I am very sateful. We are one now. Two peas in a pod. I love him and he loves me. This is what it feels like to be floating on a cloud, i guess? I hope he is full of sate as well as I am. I am full…
dunno
sat, taste, ate, what is this word. I’m not sure what it means but it reminds me of so many other words. or my initials: set. Sawyer elisabeth tobey. elisabeth with an s not a z. Strange but pretty. Sate. I’m still not sure what it means but maybe that’s the point.
sate? I don’t even know what that word means. Excuse me while i speedily look up the definition.
To appease? I see. Well I find it hard to appease everyone. Thats always been a problem for me. To please everyone.
I am never satisfied. To be satisfied is to give up. One should never be satisfied, we should always fight for the future, and push to make things better.
I don’t even know what this word means. No wait, it has something to do with satiety or the feeling of being full after you have eaten a meal. Still, I’m not sure what the means in and of itself.
Sate well umm.. i don’t have a clue on what this means so i really can’t write about this word…
I cannot sate my need for anything aesthetic.
i do not know what sate means. i have absolutely no idea. i could guess and say its a monster. the vicious sate lived in a cave all by himself he was tall, hairy and had very gross teeth. yellow and pointing in every which direction. he had bright purple eyes that lie on either side of his bird like beak,
My tummy is full because i had five breakfasts. I wish i was as sated in another area of my life!
Ill work on it.
A blank slate. Without any limit or parameter.
There was very little that Much enjoyed more than a good meal with Alana.
She flitted about like the social butterfly she was, but if he made dinner reservations on her night off, she only had eyes for him.
And the food.
Their conversation was always interesting and passionately delivered, which never left them unsated.
I’d like to sate all my intern wishes, the ones that can’t be sate with a portion of water or with the most exquisite alcohol that nobody has ever drunk. Sate your life, and your emotions.
i don’t know what sate is, but in my language sounds like satin… its a weird confusion because i think i’t soft and fine.
i was to sate to be with your friend and she started to freak out even though i dont even know what this word means but im gonna try and put this into a sentence
i was to sate to be with your friend and she started to freak out even though i dont even know what this word means but im gonna try and put this into a sentence
I really dont know what sate means. Seriously somebody teach me about it. I dont know what is it or how its pronounced. Sate?!
when you are sated, you are satisfied.
Few of us today are ever sated,
We want more, more, more.
that can be good or nt so good.
Can we sate the desire to know what will happen by focusing on what is happening. I hope so. If the present moment is not enough to soothe this anxious desire to foreknow, then I am done. So I notice the warmth of my socks, the sigh of my dog, the peaceful snore of a napping husband whose foot is on mine.
It is my sate the i achieve nothing, but greatness.
I get so numb sometimes
That I get so angry.
Nothing can sate this hunger
Because I can’t feel satisfied from a hunger I don’t have.
Sometimes I’ll bury myself
With sin
Just to feel something.
But even that doesn’t work sometimes.
My fears used to consist of
Being alone and having nobody.
But now they consist of
Being with who I loved and
Not feeling a damn thing towards him.
Like I do now.
So we’ll bury ourselves under sheets
Just so I have the possibility of feeling something.. anything..
the girl was in a sate mood. She felt lonely and wanted to have a friend with her. The more she was thirsty for friends and wanted it to be filled. The girl though and she knew she had to get outside to meet friends.
Any need for drama I might have is well sated by television and books and movies.
I don’t need real-world horrors. And I don’t want it.
I am too full for fear.
Fill or stuff? Good or bad? I’m hungry and hungry and hungry and never full. The rules. Satiety is the rule. Goddammit. But what does it feel like? No one is really sated. Nothing sates me. I am alone.